The course in Paris is over (sigh), and we're back in St Andrews again. I've been working on French on my own a little every day this week. Hopefully our memories and photos will motivate the practice for some while.

The French say that culture is like jam: the less you have, the thinner you spread it. Scotland has some culture (more than Kansas at least) but Paris is unbeatable in that regard. We've come back determined to find as much as we can. For example, food markets don't compare (I balked when I saw the word boulangerie today) but we're trying out Bellfield Organic Nursery, which we've heard recommended. As for the arts, again no comparison, but the Pittenweem Arts Festival is this weekend, and the Fringe Festival lasts all month.

As for the beach, why stay along the Seine (better photo here)? Most Parisians don't. After all, we have the East Sands just outside our door, and the West Sands across town.

Are we psyching ourselves up? Well, in view of a last year to write up, and of another Scottish winter, and of the end of Harry Potter (I keep trying to feel superior to it, but it's great), yes. What other choice do we have?

Spreading it thin, but with relish,
DnA

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